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I found some things on your laptop, and I’m disgusted. I thought you were a nice guy—a guy I could trust. Everyone loves you! They think you are fun, kind, and sweet, but you aren’t, are you? You’re a DIRTY, SICK, FUCK.
I’ve asked you to take a walk with me so we can TALK. I can tell you are nervous. Overthinking. Trying to guess what I might be upset about. When we get to the park, it’s dusk. Only a few are still playing on the structures.
I Know Who You Are Phonesex
We sit down on a bench, and I can see you WATCHING them. “I looked through your internet HISTORY.” You look at me with shocked eyes, full of terror, and I nod. “I know who you are.” Your mouth opens and closes as if you might try to explain, but you don’t know what to say. My chin tips toward the slide. “See her? The blonde? The one who’s all alone. With big, trusting blue eyes.”
I know you don’t want to look, but you can’t stop yourself. Maybe you hate this about yourself, too. I see you practically SALIVATE when you find her. I lean in close to your ear and hiss, “You’re three times her AGE. There’s no way you can possibly think she wants you, do you?” I see it in your eyes then. A glimpse of hope. You think she does! I laugh and lean back. “You’re so nasty. Bring her over here if you think you can. Tell her I have a baby pet. Silly twits love pets. I’ll watch you. I’ll even help you fulfill your gross little fantasy. Would you like that?”
Call me, and we can talk all about how I’d help you hook such innocent prey.
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